In this city of cynical liars
Walking the tight rope, holding the balancing beam
We'll burn the rope at both ends
Hoping to catch a glimpse of truth in their eyes
As they fall, as they fall... (As they crash and they burn)
Pay the toll, there's a tax on your senses
If you smell, taste, see, feel, or hear the children laughing
Because they don't know
But being ignorant is better than malignant
CH: Label me, make me infantry
I'm an infant with artillery
Harness me, use a muzzle to muffle my everything
Please forbid me of all creativity
Please make me infantry
Obesity, can it be a nationality?
A reality, enforced by a strict security?
The buildings made of trees, made of money, made of disease
A society based on freedom, run by hate and want and greed
A generation of overmedicated kids given pills to level their thoughts
They're unusual so they'll be abused
They'll be purchased and sold, and bought and sold
And buy and sell them again
CH: Repeat
The daily routine
A well-oiled machine
Interrupted by the fire
That came from the sky... save the queen bee!
All that's left are the torched remains of a world worth knowing
They smile as they're frozen in space forever
A shadow on the wall, a silhouette, is all that survived the blast
The children in the yard on the swing are all gone, but the swings still swinging. The swings still swinging
Please, please, please push me faster
I want to fly
Please, please, please push me higher
I've got to fly
I think I can see your house from up here
Yeah, it's the one
With the fire, and the smoke, and the flames
And it burns like gasoline
Repeat: Chorus